Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(71)

He looks around before answering. “I wanted to find you, so I did. And I want to see my daughter. Set up a meet, please. . . .”

That’s it? He comes back out of the blue, after not having anything to do with Cara, not caring enough to check up on her, or do anything for that matter, and he says, Set up a meet? He must be out of his f*cking mind.

“Bailey, I brought the printouts you wanted,” Mallory, the art teacher from next door says, stopping as she sees Wade. She looks between the two of us. “Everything okay here?”

“I was just leaving,” Wade says softly. He then says so quietly, I almost don’t hear it, “Think about it.”

He walks away, leaving Mallory and I staring after him.

“Who was that?” she asks, walking into my classroom and putting the sheets down on my desk before sitting on the corner of it. She pushes her brown hair out of her face and watches me curiously. “He seems a little shady.”

I expel a deep sigh and practically drop into my chair. “Someone from my past. No idea what he wants now, but I guess I’m going to soon find out.”

“Call security next time,” Mallory suggests, tightening her pouty lips. “I don’t like the look of him.”

Neither did I.

I make a mental note to tell Rake about it as soon as I get home.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Looks like I’m about to be thrown into more danger—except this time it isn’t any biker’s fault. It’s mine.

*

“The men do this for fun?” I ask, cringing as Arrow punches Rake in the stomach.

“Yeah,” Anna says, flashing me a sympathetic look. “You should probably get used to it.”

“But”—I make a face—“how do you stand it? Your brother and your man?”

“This isn’t their first fight,” she says in a dry tone. “At least this is just for fun and it’s not a serious fight, unlike last time. That was the worst.”

“I don’t think I even want to know.” I breathe, closing my eyes as Rake gets in a punch to Arrow’s jaw.

“We fight sometimes too,” Anna tells me, raising her eyebrows. “Faye taught me some kick-ass moves. It’s a good thing to know, Bails. I can teach you some self-defense if you like.”

I tilt my head and consider it. “That sounds pretty good, actually. Maybe we can teach Cara something too?”

Anna nods, her eyes widening. “Great idea. Never too young to learn how to defend yourself.”

Rake and Arrow get out of the ring, and Sin and Tracker get in. Rake grabs a towel and wipes his face, luckily there’s no blood that I can see. Sweat drips down his abs, and I find myself watching a rivulet.

“Can you not give my brother sex eyes while I’m sitting right next to you?” Anna says, her face scrunching in distaste. “Eww.”

“Eww? Mature, Anna,” I reply, laughing.

“Hey, when it comes to my brother, I’m always the bratty baby sister,” she says, grinning.

“I can’t help it; look at him. That body. Those eyes. Sensual lips. Huge co—”

“Oh my god! You’ve been around all of us too long. We’ve corrupted you.” She stands up and covers her ears with her hands. “That’s it. I’m out of here.”

I start laughing while the men stare at us curiously. Rake walks over and leans down, kissing me roughly on the mouth. “Everything okay?”

“It will be once you take me to the room and f*ck me,” I say so only he can hear. I bite down on my bottom lip and give him the sultriest look I can fathom. I probably look ridiculous, but Rake doesn’t seem to think so.

He looks down at himself. “Let me have a quick shower first, then I’m going to f*ck you so hard you’ll be feeling me for the next few days.”

I put my palm on his abs and rub my fingers over his sweat. “No shower. I want you just like this.”

His eyes darken.

They remind me of forests.

He bends at the waist and lifts me in the air, then over his shoulder.

The men call out a few amused comments and cheers, which I ignore.

I have only one goal in my mind.

Everything else is unimportant right now.

After we enter his room and he slams the door shut, he undresses me quickly, throwing my clothes on the floor. I stand in front of him naked as he pulls down his track pants, his cock springing forth. When he brushes past me and lies back on the bed, I turn around to watch him, taking in his beauty, absorbing it.

“Climb on,” he rumbles in a deep voice.

I straddle his waist and take his cock in my hands without preamble.

“I want you to sit on my face first,” he demands. “Want to taste you, want you to come in my mouth, then I’ll f*ck you.”

I move toward his face, lift my leg over and lower my * to his mouth.

He peeks his tongue out, diving right in, tasting everything that is me and humming his enjoyment.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I whisper, looking down at him.

I put my hands against the wall as I slowly start to ride his face, and moan as he alternates between licking my clit and my center.

Fuck.

I’ve never done this before.

Never felt comfortable enough to do so.